All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of "Currer Bell" In quiet "Haworth" laid. Gathered from many wanderings - Gethsemane can tell Thro' what transporting anguish She reached the Asphodel! Soft fall the sounds of Eden Upon her puzzled ear - Oh what an afternoon for Heaven, When "Bronte" entered there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |